spent the night on the surface of sleep worrying about my own self interest come the morning hungry, ornery horny, and angry there was nothing to do but fight maybe I’m not cut out for this rela… more →
Disposable PoetryD. James wrote 2 months ago: Stayed online all night long Wrote down a few words But can’t tell me a damn thing Cause I kno … more →
D. James wrote 2 months ago: I don’t say what’s on my mind When it’s all shit So keep my mouth shut Because alw … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: what comes between us when we’re apart? how can I let you in from an arm’s length away? … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: what to do today when I realize my life is one day shorter than yesterday and tomorrow is shorter st … more →
D. James wrote 5 months ago: It is said only the fallen know the true depths could you be one of the rare ones so often imagined? … more →
D. James wrote 5 months ago: Bourbon and cigarettes late-night hookers down dark alleys What doesn’t kill me costs more tha … more →
D. James wrote 6 months ago: (for Ian A.) What if the old man isn’t wandering or lonely What if he has all the answers and … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Q: Why can we always feel when something bad is going to happen but never something good? A: Because … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Drink as much as you can Speak as much as you can and in the outer limits of your words will you fin … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: This is another place my friend and we are becoming meat The ships have sailed and the planes have l … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Like love strength is a potentiality the coiled steel spring the flexed muscle the fluttering of an … more →
sdoubinsky wrote 1 year ago: Those who fear loneliness have never been alone EL SEBBO … more →
D. James wrote 6 months ago: The writer that doesn’t write The poet that doesn’t poe The savior that doesn’t sa … more →
D. James wrote 6 months ago: traded as fact they lurk in broad daylight often dispelled by opposing falsehoods nothing more than … more →
D. James wrote 6 months ago: rain and coffee waiting for the sun in my mind driving through town on a warm day smoking one last c … more →
D. James wrote 6 months ago: darkness chill and the forgetting bring back something sweet or innocent it doesn’t matter as … more →
D. James wrote 7 months ago: Between here and there From one point to another We spend so much time in the middle places Getting … more →
D. James wrote 7 months ago: I feel like the old dog who can no longer catch the ball on a bounce but chases it anyway (D. James) … more →